A year to the day 
that I buried my mama, 
my kitten yelps in pain. 
Don’t know what’s wrong. 
It’s Saturday night-
no emergency vet. 
I hold him, 
stroke his fur lovingly,
grasp his tiny paw.
Tell him to show everyone
how strong he can be. 
Did these same actions
for my mama. 
Don’t know which is worse-
seeing the suffering
or not being able
to do anything about it.